That post is written by something so confused, it doesn't know whether to scratch its watch or wind its ***. Clearly, you spend way too much time in darkened rooms in front of your seven-year-old computer turning a whiter shade of pale. Go outside once in a while and breathe, before your brain starts to rot from all that festering stagnation and cognitive dysfunction.

When I want your monkey-brained opinion I'll rattle your cage, okay? Clearly, the full area of your ignorance is not yet mapped. We are presently only exploring the fringes of that vast expanse. Anyway, who was talking to you or even taking you under consideration? You bring to mind a quote from Josh Billing: "Doesn't know much, but leads the league in nostril hair."

You are about as entertaining as a child's inflatable punching toy. You bop it, it springs back, you bop it again and you forget it ever existed. It slowly deflates in an unused corner, then one day you throw it away. You are the kind of person who, when one first meets you, one doesn't like you. But when one gets to know you better, one hates you. Maybe you wouldn't come across as such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if didn't lack even the dim flicker of sentience needed to qualify as a imbecile; if your weren't so fat that your clothes come in three sizes: Extra Large, Jumbo, and Oh-My-God-It's-Coming-Towards-Us!, or if you didn't have a face that would give Freddie Kruger nightmares. No, come to think of it, you would.

In conclusion, thank you. We were all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view. Now get the hell out of here!

That post is written by something so confused, it doesn't know whether to scratch its watch or wind its ***. Clearly, you spend way too much time in darkened rooms in front of your seven-year-old computer turning a whiter shade of pale. Go outside once in a while and breathe, before your brain starts to rot from all that festering stagnation and cognitive dysfunction.

When I want your monkey-brained opinion I'll rattle your cage, okay? Clearly, the full area of your ignorance is not yet mapped. We are presently only exploring the fringes of that vast expanse. Anyway, who was talking to you or even taking you under consideration? You bring to mind a quote from Josh Billing: "Doesn't know much, but leads the league in nostril hair."

You are about as entertaining as a child's inflatable punching toy. You bop it, it springs back, you bop it again and you forget it ever existed. It slowly deflates in an unused corner, then one day you throw it away. You are the kind of person who, when one first meets you, one doesn't like you. But when one gets to know you better, one hates you. Maybe you wouldn't come across as such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if didn't lack even the dim flicker of sentience needed to qualify as a imbecile; if your weren't so fat that your clothes come in three sizes: Extra Large, Jumbo, and Oh-My-God-It's-Coming-Towards-Us!, or if you didn't have a face that would give Freddie Kruger nightmares. No, come to think of it, you would.

In conclusion, thank you. We were all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view. Now get the hell out of here!